Red and Black
PHOTO: My Cousin, Robbie Barnabee
Alone in my bedroom, I studied pictures of intelligent men and searched for a common denominator. There was a definite Smart Guy look, but it was difficult to get just right.
-David Sedaris
"Me Talk Pretty One Day"
Twenty-five years ago today:
September 8, 1986
Monday
It was another San Francisco work day. I think I will buy some postcards at noon.
Anne said, "After my aerobics class at eight-thirty tonight, Patty is willing to give 'us' massages."
"Isn't that a little late?" I asked.
"Not really."
I really don't think this offer will actually transpire (tonight anyway).
My postcards cost me a good $13.85. I bought some great ones though. No more impulse buying on my part though. I want to invest, invest, and invest.
I received a bundle of mail today about all sorts of mutual funds. Times are tough. I just need to pay off those few credit card bills. One day…and 'never again'.
I filled out the necessary forms to open my Capital Asset Account with CITICORP. My goal is to deposit $250 each time I receive my monthly statement. That will---at least—get me rolling off to a good start.
I managed to make it to the gym for Anne Alberti's aerobics class. It was semi-rough. I managed beautifully.
I said to Anne, "I'll go to your six o'clock class at the Harbor Bay Isle club on Friday."
"Oh great," she said.
That ought to be fun (and a different scene, too).
Work actually flew by. I received a Verification Status Form for a transfer to San Ramon for a Service Representative position with a Qualification I (which is the best rating I can get). I also submitted a transfer for the Staff Representative position in San Leandro. That one should be arriving in the Master File soon. The only problem is that I forged my boss' name. She doesn't know about that transfer. Oh well---she has signed so many she probably won't know the difference. What she doesn't know won't hurt her.
Mark Landreth really doesn't care for Patty. I do care for Anne, so what a predicament. Mark, I can tell, is trying to shy away from this 'Patty Predicament'. I guess I can relate. I like Anne a lot, so I'm going to continue where we left off and see where it goes.
Johnny Schaefer sent me a lengthy statement of "114 Non-Sexual" reasons he likes me. It was entertaining to say the least. It made me learn a bit more about myself—in a way. It made me feel good. I let Johnny know by calling him.
Johnny asked, "How is your current book going?"
"Well, at least it's going—I'll say that much."
Johnny laughed.
"I have an idea for a futuristic novel and I want to title it 'In the Year 2541'."
"That sounds great," Johnny said.
I liked how he encouraged me by simply using the word 'great'.
I 'porked-out' on leftover goodies from the Barbeque yesterday. Anne did apologize again for not attending.
Anne said, "I slept for eleven hours straight!"
I guess that was supposed to be the proof in the pudding of her being tired defense. I noticed that both Anne and I wore red and black during the aerobics class tonight. Red is excitement. Black is depression. I suppose we're both 'a little of both': excited and depressed.
I am forced to render some order to the events of my life, to say it began here, and then because of this, that happened, and this is how the end connects to the beginning, and so here I am.
-Abraham Verghese
"Cutting For Stone"
Alone in my bedroom, I studied pictures of intelligent men and searched for a common denominator. There was a definite Smart Guy look, but it was difficult to get just right.-David Sedaris
"Me Talk Pretty One Day"
Twenty-five years ago today:
September 8, 1986
Monday
It was another San Francisco work day. I think I will buy some postcards at noon.
Anne said, "After my aerobics class at eight-thirty tonight, Patty is willing to give 'us' massages."
"Isn't that a little late?" I asked.
"Not really."
I really don't think this offer will actually transpire (tonight anyway).
My postcards cost me a good $13.85. I bought some great ones though. No more impulse buying on my part though. I want to invest, invest, and invest.
I received a bundle of mail today about all sorts of mutual funds. Times are tough. I just need to pay off those few credit card bills. One day…and 'never again'.
I filled out the necessary forms to open my Capital Asset Account with CITICORP. My goal is to deposit $250 each time I receive my monthly statement. That will---at least—get me rolling off to a good start.
I managed to make it to the gym for Anne Alberti's aerobics class. It was semi-rough. I managed beautifully.
I said to Anne, "I'll go to your six o'clock class at the Harbor Bay Isle club on Friday."
"Oh great," she said.
That ought to be fun (and a different scene, too).
Work actually flew by. I received a Verification Status Form for a transfer to San Ramon for a Service Representative position with a Qualification I (which is the best rating I can get). I also submitted a transfer for the Staff Representative position in San Leandro. That one should be arriving in the Master File soon. The only problem is that I forged my boss' name. She doesn't know about that transfer. Oh well---she has signed so many she probably won't know the difference. What she doesn't know won't hurt her.
Mark Landreth really doesn't care for Patty. I do care for Anne, so what a predicament. Mark, I can tell, is trying to shy away from this 'Patty Predicament'. I guess I can relate. I like Anne a lot, so I'm going to continue where we left off and see where it goes.
Johnny Schaefer sent me a lengthy statement of "114 Non-Sexual" reasons he likes me. It was entertaining to say the least. It made me learn a bit more about myself—in a way. It made me feel good. I let Johnny know by calling him.
Johnny asked, "How is your current book going?"
"Well, at least it's going—I'll say that much."
Johnny laughed.
"I have an idea for a futuristic novel and I want to title it 'In the Year 2541'."
"That sounds great," Johnny said.
I liked how he encouraged me by simply using the word 'great'.
I 'porked-out' on leftover goodies from the Barbeque yesterday. Anne did apologize again for not attending.
Anne said, "I slept for eleven hours straight!"
I guess that was supposed to be the proof in the pudding of her being tired defense. I noticed that both Anne and I wore red and black during the aerobics class tonight. Red is excitement. Black is depression. I suppose we're both 'a little of both': excited and depressed.
I am forced to render some order to the events of my life, to say it began here, and then because of this, that happened, and this is how the end connects to the beginning, and so here I am.
-Abraham Verghese
"Cutting For Stone"
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